She felt him bottoming out inside her, felt her pussy lips stretched pale around his girth, felt her tiny body struggling to take him. That thick thing pressed against her womb, making her lower belly bulge slightly with each thrust.
He rotated between them, fucking each one just long enough to feel their unique texture, just long enough to make them scream before switching.
Comparing how Akane's pussy squeezed, how Sylvea's ass jiggled with each impact, how Xiang's small frame rocked violently.
Sabrina watched from the sofa, her hand pressed hard on hand rest. Her breathing came ragged, her chest heaving as moisture soaked through her fabric.
'He's... what kind of sex is this?'
Her own body seemed to be aroused. She could smell the sex from here—thick and heavy, making her mouth twitch.
Tianlong's blindfolded face turned slightly toward the kitchen, toward her, as if he could sense her watching. His nostrils flared, catching her scent mixed with the others.
